Colors//H.S

"Thats a strong noggin"

How wonderful yellow is It stands for the sun
                       ~ Vincent Van Gogh

Oakley's POV:

I woke up with a banging headache, and in a different room.

Memories of last night flood my brain and I can't help but to smile.

"Morning" I hear his voice say. I turn to look at him, his sleepy eyes open and his hair a mess.

"Morning" I smile.

"How are you feeling?" He ask me, and I know he's not just asking about my hangover.

"The hangover sucks, but other then that i'm great. Really great" I tell him honestly, smiling still.

"Good. I'll get you some medicine for that" he sits up in bed and swings his legs over to head out of the room.

*Play Watermelon Sugar by Harry Styles*
[trust me ;)]

I took the medicine before I hopped into the shower, and got ready for the day. I've decided to go on a little stroll with a canvas and some paint to get some inspiration. My mind feels like it's on painters block since I haven't been getting jobs lately. So i'm hoping today will be productive.

Harry's decided to tag along with me. Get out of the house and see if he can get some inspiration. I don't mind the company, it's nice nowadays.

We stroll along the endless sidewalk, walking past people on there way to there job, home, the store, the beach, literally anywhere, unlike us. We have no clue where to go, i'm just hoping something will catch my eye.

It felt like forever until we reached Hollywood boulevard, and saw something wild. A man using his head, to crack open watermelon.

"That's a strong noggin" Harry says from next to me, staring at the guy who calls himself watermelon banger. Probably not the best name but considering he might have a concussion, i'll let it slide.

"C'mon" I grab his hand to head towards the scene, setting down my easel, a stool and my art supplies. Waiting for the perfect moment to capture.

"Your going to paint the watermelon banger?" Harry asks curiously, I nod.

"I've never seen anything like it" I tell him, setting up my make shift station while watching intently.

I'm using oil paint today. First time trying it to.

I watch as he places his head above a watermelon, lining it up and smashing his head down, hard. I hear him grunt but when he gets up, everyone cheers. And that's the moment I mentally took a picture of and sketched out lightly.

About and hour goes but while he's still smashing his head into watermelon, and i've finished painting.

I don't know how Harry's going to get any music ideas from this, but if he does, that will be impressive.

"He looks like he's on a watermelon high" Harry laughs as he looks to me then glances to the man. I follow his gaze to see the watermelon banger look dazed, and wobbling slightly. His assistant which i found her stage name is sugar, is helping him walk to sit down. He looks to her like he's in love. Looking like he's getting high off of just looking at her.

"A watermelon sugar high" I laugh and he does to.

"Did you just now paint that?" I hear someone ask over my shoulder.

"Yeah I did" I smile, when I see a little girl with a lolly pop.

"That's so cool! I wish I could do that" she puts her lip out.

"You can, it just takes a lot of practice and patience. It took me about 4 years to even draw eyes that are similar to each other." I laugh, hearing her giggle to.

"Are you gonna sell it? I think my dad would like it" she says, calling over the watermelon banger.

I give Harry a quick look as to say 'that's her dad?' and he just shrugs.

"Look! She painted you!" the girl squeals, pointing at my painting.

"Wow! You did this?" He asks, looking at me for a moment before gluing his eyes back into the painting.

"Yeah" I say, shying away a little bit, and Harry places his hand on my lower back to show his support.

"How much?" The man suddenly asks.

"What?" I ask, baffled.

"How much for this painting?" He asks me again.

I think about it, I spent an hour in it for fun and my oil paints are really expensive. Usually depending on the paint I use and the time I spent painting it varies from 50 to 70 dollars, not including the size of the canvas. But this one is just a 5 by 8 canvas so...

"65" I state, confidently.

"Deal" he agrees right away. I get my pay and he gets his canvas.

"That was awesome! That's never happened before!" I gush, walking back into the house with Harry.

"It was cool, really was. I'm proud" he smiles, placing a quick kiss on my lips.

"Not as exciting as getting stopped every couple minutes to take pictures of you and you're fans though. It's awesome to see that, see how much they adore you" I smile at him, setting my stuff down by the stairs.

"Yeah, it's always great to see them. They always find a way to make me happy, even when i'm in a shit mood"

I just smile at him, not finding the right words to reply. That's never happened to me before so I don't exactly know what that feels like, but it must be nice.

"You hungry? I'll make us some lunch?" He asks me from the kitchen.

"Lunch sounds perfect"

                                          ***

See what i did there? ehhhhh??? I know it was kinda stupid but i liked it, felt wholesome.

Anyways happy new year!!! hopefully 2021 will be a lot better then 2020. That shit show is finally over i hope.

Be a what???

that's right! Be a fruit loop bitches!!!

*virtual booty bump*